Balkan funeral dances are a cappella in the dark. The hell?

Mar 09, 2008 23:02

This is directed at you.

Listen: I miss you, ridiculously. I feel like a triangle, less an angle. A diangle?
See, that doesn't even make sense! I have these confused, ambiguous, self-referential dreams every goddamn night and I don't know what they mean, or even where they come from.
I worry about you, and that makes it harder. And this is hard, you know. Stuff is not wedding cake and Israeli line dances, you know, stuff is Balkan funeral dances, pitching a tent and trying to move in deep water, eustachian tubes warbling.
Stuff is using the word warbling to describe things other than shiny songbirds.
Dude, what the fuck.
I don't understand this- how much I miss you, I mean, and, more to the point, why this missing has given my bed the gravitational pull of a small planet. How do you do that remotely, and how can I learn?
Hopefully, possibly, you will get back and see this and go, "Aha, I have been causing significant distress! Perhaps I should refrain from being a goddamn idiot and causing similiar distresses in the foreseeable future!" Or, you know, ever.
I want to take a nap with you.
I guess that's all I really have to say.
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